TRIALS A BLESSING.
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The soul may cast anchor on Him who once said
To the sea—Be thou calm; to the tempest—Be stayed.
Thus sweet shall our slumber be, tranquil our rest,
As an infant's first sleep on a fond mother's breast.
To the sea—Be thou calm; to the tempest—Be stayed.
Thus sweet shall our slumber be, tranquil our rest,
As an infant's first sleep on a fond mother's breast.
Be calm then, my spirit! Let murmuring cease.
There is One at the helm who will guide thee to peace;
His word the proud waves in their fury obey;
His voice through the storm whispers sweetly to-day—
No harm shall befall thee, thy bark is but driven
By tempests of earth to the haven of heaven.
There is One at the helm who will guide thee to peace;
His word the proud waves in their fury obey;
His voice through the storm whispers sweetly to-day—
No harm shall befall thee, thy bark is but driven
By tempests of earth to the haven of heaven.
